|The Castlecrag shops are, to me, much nicer than Northbridge|
|He startled me, bent over double as I was. plumbing a line along the Lilli-pilli trying to determine if those limp pink leaves were making like the hedge of my dreams. But his quip endeared him to me, as much as his ear-to-ear grin. Self-deprecating, I can get.|
I can do this lower-north-shore transition, you know. I didn't live on the upper-north-shore for twenty years, without some of it wedged under my fingernails. But, I still want to be 'naughty' and wear my khaki beanie, my grey-coat, my spattered canvas high-tops, and pull my cadee.
And so I do. Pull my cadee, that is. Up to the local shops, which is an undulating 12 minutes away. No matter how I dress, my money is still the same colour, even though it is now laundered by the Department of Human Services.
|On the other side of Edinburgh Road to 'The Quadrangle' is a small ribbon of shops that would not be out of place at Five Ways|